𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄

07 | getting ready

KAI

THE morning was young, events awaited us as we set off into the city. Before we could do anything, Blair made it crucial to come up with a plan and didn't let us do anything until we did so.

When my powers came to me, I was on my way to school. Peacefully getting drove by my fathers black Porsche, a statement of his wealth that no one cares about yet he shows off anyway. He was giving me one his pep talks again.

Be smart, don't ever let your guard down.

I rolled my eyes at the thought of it. My father is the kind of parent that claims he is proud of me but the twitch in his eyes, and the tick in his jaw told me otherwise. His slightly off tone whenever I spoke about my grades or my sports, told me he wasn't proud - he was disappointed. Though he hid it with a flashy smile and a reassuring hand that gazed my skin ever too often.

Behind closed doors he wasn't my father, he was my superior. Someone that told me my flaws are too open and seen, my mistakes carved me into a weak man and if i my tone was off I would be punished by the same hands that would caress my mothers face.

I used to think it wasn't so bad. The abuse. At first, it was the only bit of attention I managed to grasp from him. However, it only worsened as I got older, the slaps turned into punches and the pain intensified by miles. Now, I learnt that it's easier to keep my mouth shut whether i agreed or disagreed, that violence gained you respect and power.

I needed respect.

I needed power.

My father said so.

The one person I just can't seem to get respect out of was Alora fucking Verena. A girl with blue eyes the size of spoons, pure faced and a sweet, big smile. But nothing is sweet about her, her lethal words that she weilds as a weapon, or her toxic looks she throws myself ever so often.

"So what's the plan then?" I asked, growing impatient of the consistent pauses in our journey.  I uncrossed my arms and pushed myself off the wall as i waited for an answer.

Blair sighed dramatically, before speaking. "We have to get changed, shower and eat. I feel gross." She grimaced, sniffing herself. "Let's just all go home and then meet back here."

"My parents will question everything, we all haven't been home since yesterday morning." Isabelle said, trembling as she spoke.

As timid and anxious Isabelle was, she had a point. Going home would mean facing my father, facing my father would mean fresh wounds. For once, despite everything, I was free. These new abilities took away the chains and strings my father controlled for me.

"I'm not going home, Mason can I come to yours?" I asked, Mason and Alora were rich just like me, however they hate when people speak about it. They were brought up in a very wealthy yet humble household full of love and respect.

It's why both Mason and Alora are so loyal. Their family respect loyalty over anything else, its a requirement to be a Verena. However ever since their mother disappeared the house hasn't been the same. She was like the glue holding it together.

"No. He isn't stepping foot inside our house." Alora dismissed, glaring at me.

"That's not your decision to make, he can come if he wants to." He retorted, shaking his head in disagreement his tone laced with frustration.